The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Lord Kel'Thuzad, we have completed our mission. Please give us your instructions."

Two liches came before Kel'Thuzad and bowed.

"Reki Donghan, Lais Frostwhisper, it turns out you are here, that's great."

"I have waited here for too long and was defeated by humans once."

Helping up a subordinate with one hand, Kel'Thuzad spoke happily with a sinister smile.

It's time to start the final battle. The previous failures were just small ones... My army is here.

With the Alliance's redundant processing procedures, kingdoms invaded by other undead creatures would not have time to save Lordaeron.

That group of elven troops was just an accident. The fact that the other elves in Quel'Thalas did not make any moves is the best proof.

If my intuition is correct, Lor'themar Theron, who are you? Let's wait and see! Hahahaha...

"Lord Kel'Thuzad, your power is unmatched. You are our Lord Lich. You will bring blood and torture to them."

"Your wisdom far exceeds their understanding. In your eyes, those humans are nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered... or domestic pigs."

"I can't wait any longer. I want to hear the voices of fear of the mortals with my own ears, make them succumb to my power, and witness the blood flower blooming before my eyes."

"Lord Kel'Thuzad, what do we need to do next for the Scourge? How about we have a killing spree and freeze the souls and bodies of those ignorant mortals."

"My apprentices... no, you should be my comrades now."

"Soon, we will get tickets to an art conference, and I will personally lead you to participate in the competition."

Suppressing the two liches' impetuous hearts, the great lich Kel'Thuzad told them something that made the two liches with different personalities ecstatic.

"So, Lord Kel'Thuzad, when will this conference be held? We are all looking forward to it!"

The blood lich Reiki Donghan directly stated that he wanted art too much.

He wanted to learn the advanced art from Kel'Thuzad and carry it forward, as he could no longer suppress his heart which had long since disappeared.

"As do I, great Lord Kel'Thuzad."

"My power, Lais Frostwhisper, is not strong enough, and I urgently need your guidance."

"Get new knowledge from your art and enrich your foolish spirit."

Seeing that his companion had spoken before him, the Ice Lich Lais Frostwhisper naturally did not want to be left behind.

Kel'Thuzad is a favorite of the Lich King. The knowledge and power he obtained from his master are not on the same level as his own.

He wanted to make progress so much that he couldn't control himself and hugged his arms. His whole body kept shaking, causing the chains on his body to collide with each other, making a clacking sound.

"I will satisfy your thirst, my comrades... my dear students."

"You have to do this first... What I asked you to do before was to prepare for this moment."

"Go ahead, the time for that art conference is almost up, my apprentice."

After explaining his plan, Kel'Thuzad began to send the two apprentices in front of him to carry out his plan.

"Don't worry, respected Lich Master, we will get to work now."

“For the great cause of art, I don’t feel bitter, but my heart is filled with excitement.”

After expressing their impatience, Reki Donghan and Les Frostwhisper bowed again and left the place to complete the task assigned by the Lich Mentor.

On a hillside covered with rot, Mal'Ganis set up a chair made of bones for himself.

He sat down on it and found a smooth, flat reddish-brown stone, then carefully hammered the weapon he wanted to make on the crafting table.

He swung the rune hammer in his left hand, massaging the bone rune sword in front of him again and again.

Its name is - Sorrow of the Holy Light. Mal'Ganis will use it to cut off the transformed weapon of the damned paladin and let it feast on the blood of the Holy Light's believers.

After resurrecting him, he will understand the true power of death. Holy Light is just a false name. The paladin who is familiar with him will understand.

"Lord Mal'Ganis, your humble servant, Reki Winterbitter, comes to pay his respects."

"Oh? Lich, do you have anything to ask me?"

"Nothing else, sir. I wonder if the rune sword that the Lich King prepared for you is still in good condition?"

"It fits perfectly, it's sharp, it's strong, and I'm just very happy with it."

Yes, this rune blade was not forged by Mal'Ganis, but was brought from Northrend by Reki Winter.

Upon hearing that the plan to raid Lordaeron had failed, Ner'zhul sent more troops and even brought a weapon to Mal'Ganis.

Because Ner'zhul heard that Mal'Ganis was injured by a fake paladin who appeared out of nowhere because of his failure in weapon.

"If you are looking for me just for this little thing, then you... Lei Ji Dong Han are ready to become my sword sacrifice."

With a whoosh, Mal'Ganis flashed in front of the blood lich and held his neck with his sword.

"Lord Mal'Ganis, the Archlich Kel'Thuzad needs your assistance."

"You sent me to find you. I am a loyal servant of the Burning Legion, my lord."

"I am very satisfied with your performance. Tell me, Kel'Thuzad, what do you need me to do?"

After taking back the rune sword, Mal'Ganis clapped his hands in appreciation for Reki Donghan's calmness.

"Please listen to me carefully, Lord Mal'Ganis."

While Reki Winter was explaining Kel'Thuzad's plan, Les Frostwhisper had already brought Baron Rivendare to the side of the archlich.

"My good friend, welcome to..."

"Great Lich, the Lich King asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

"Long live the Lich King... Anubrekan, it turns out you are here."

"Hmph! My supreme master, let me clear the way for you."

Glancing at Kel'Thuzad with disdain, Anub'Br'kan snorted.

"Tell me, Archlich, what do you need me to crush for you here?"

"I will destroy all enemies that stand in our way for the great Scourge, and let them feel the power of the Crypt Lord."

"Is this your plan, Kel'Thuzad?"

When Anub'Brekhan chopped off the two-meter-high boulder in front of him to show his strength, Mal'Ganis came here with Reki Donghan.

"Now that Lord Mal'Ganis is here, it's time to hold our art conference."

"What art conference? Lich, I, Anubrekan, don't like it..."

"My apprentice, my comrade, my servant, let us begin our plan."

Before Anub'Br'kan could finish his words, Kel'Thuzad threw a ball of death magic into the sky.

In less than a moment, Kel'Thuzad summoned the necromancers of the Cult of the Damned who were hiding in the dark, his most loyal servants, and even some of his newly-made liches.

"Hmm? You didn't understand what I said... Kel'Thuzad, what are you doing... Stop it now!"

A huge black magic circle suddenly appeared under the feet of the huge crypt lord, and chains appeared out of thin air to bind Anubrekan.

"Respected Crypt Lord, this is a necessary sacrifice. The Scourge will remember your devotion."

"We are your transformers. You need to become stronger in order to break through Lordaeron's defenses."

A group of necromancers wearing tattered black robes and revealing gray-green skin knelt down and saluted Anub'Br'kan. The crypt lord in front of them was a gift from the Lich King.

"Lich, I don't need transformation to break through the living... Why do you still want to attack my compatriots!"

The three liches rubbing their hands together condensed death, shadow and arcane scalpels, sharpening their knives and walking towards the crypt lord.

However, behind them, there were wailing sounds one after another. It was too cruel, even their own people were wanted to be killed.

One by one, the subterranean demons emerged from the soil, accepted the psychic's spell, and made sounds of liberation. It sounded like... the transformation had begun.

"Dear Anub'Br'kan, to avoid any accidents, we must take Lordaeron."

"You and your compatriots died a worthy death, for the Lich King! Your service is of immeasurable value."

"Kel'Thuzad, once I break free from the shackles on my body, I will be yours..."

"Shut up, Crypt Lord. Your status is not comparable to ours."

"The Nerubians will never surrender. You will never succeed."

Seeing the three liches in front getting closer and closer, the anxious Anubrekan could not break free from the shackles of his body no matter how he struggled or how angry he was.

He could only stare at the liches with eyes filled with hatred, trying to force them with his aura... He was unwilling to suffer such humiliation.

"Since your defeat in the War of the Spider, you are no longer the people of Nerub."

"You are a clan of crypt demons. You should face reality, Undead Spider Demon."

"Ah...ah!"

With a swish, a two-meter-long black knife pierced into Anubrekan's abdomen.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt at all. Afterwards, the Lich King will grant you stronger power and prepare a stronger body for you."

"For us undead, as long as our souls are still there, can't we just replace our bodies with anything else?"

"You are suffering only false pain. The real pain is not here, my friend."

"Ahhh...ah! I curse...you..."

With two "chi" sounds, Rice and Reggie stabbed their scalpels into the eyes of the Crypt Lord.

Although his body could not feel pain, the lich brought him pain in his soul. Anubrekan, who was in unbearable pain, was forced to utter a curse.

"Curse! Do you think it will work? Anubrekan."

"Why would I create a cult of the damned? The curse will only help me, Kel'Thuzad."

"The Lich King... will not let you go..."

Dark gray blood kept flowing out from Anubrekan's wound, and drops of black blood penetrated into the magic circle carved on the ground, making a creepy howl.

"The Lich King sent you here to die."

"Why else would he not send Anub'arak? He is stronger, more important, and more loyal than you."

"In addition to your loyalty to the Lich King, you are also loyal to your former king, Anub'arak!"

"The order given to me by the Lich King... is not... this..."

Feeling even more intense pain in his soul and hearing his master's betrayal, Anubrekan's head was cut off after he said this.

"Seeing you in pain only excites us more."

"Don't worry, our child, we will wait for the moment when you complete your mission."

Kel'Thuzad, who had completed one-sixth of the work, pulled out the scalpel and rubbed his skull face with his hands.

"We will extract your soul, cleanse your memories, and once again allow you to serve your master, your king."

"By then, Anub'Br'kan will still be Kel'Thuzad's best friend...no second choice...hahahaha!"

"Big Lich, you didn't ask me to come here just to let me watch this good show, right?"

Kel'Thuzad, who had just laughed out loud, suddenly felt a terrifying evil force that was enough to destroy him coming to his side.

"Of course it's not just for this, Lord Mal'Ganis."

"Now, it's your turn to take action."

"Very good. The creature before us will become our vanguard and destroy Lordaeron's defenses."

"For the glory of the Legion, let's do it together!"

"We are all happy to serve you, Lord Mal'Ganis."

Then, waves of death power poured from all directions into the remains of the undead spider demons gathered in front.